I have an abundance of thyme, unfortunately it grows right over Madeline. It is an ironic little fact that my brain has thought about over and over… where there is no more time, there is thyme.
You would think that I would associate the savory smell of thyme in a negative way, it reminds me of Madeline’s resting spot. It would make sense if the smell and taste of thyme made a meal unenjoyable.
The thing is the thyme I have I love. I love its smell and taste. I love how it covers the ground in a low soft carpet, in places that grass doesn’t grow easily. I have spent hours laying on her sunny spot, with the sun on me and the breeze blowing… laying right on that thyme. Breathing in thyme where there is no more time. It has been a long time since I have laid on that thyme and just soaked up the quiet and peace that the place with no time holds.
We wander the cemetery and read stones. We take notice of how old some headstones in the cemetery are, some stones are early 1800’s, some maybe earlier. The stories of those stones are profound… you can read history in that place with no time. There are family plots with 4 small marble headstones each with a lamb on top- the marble is too broken down to read. That family buried 4 children, I wonder how that mother went on, how she could survive that loss. In that place with no time there are 1000’s of spots for those with no more time here. History is tangible- you can see the fallout of the flu epidemics, WW1, WW2, Vietnam- the Civil War. Hardship and heroes, and everything in between all laying in the place with no time.
Prospect Hill Cemetery has an amazing and grand memorial on top of the hill- it was placed there to honor all of the soldiers that died in the Civil War from Guilderland. All though the cemetery you will see stones with flags, markings of military duty- some who died in battle, and others who were gifted the life they were fighting for. It is a very beautiful resting place, and every time I walk or drive around the cemetery I think of those families. I think of the moms who had to go on, the daughters who never got to say a proper goodbye to their first love… the stones tell the stories for the ones with no more time.
I wonder as I wander through how that family brought their lovely along, what stories did they share so the world KNEW their missing one? I wonder how they got through it all… I wonder if they loved the thyme when they visited or laid down in the peaceful, breezy place that holds our lovelies.
Today we popped up to Madeline’s Spot, we pulled some of the thyme near her friendship rocks and we dusted of her stone. I sat and smelled the thyme and thought about how I miss her. I thought about her time here and I enjoyed her thyme. We drove around the whole cemetery and thought about those resting ones… and the ones who miss them.
Every year I think about a family friend, a young mom who lost her beloved husband, who never got the ‘proper goodbye’… I think about her story and the way she honors and shares him today. We could not live as we do today if not for all of those who serve.
Those stones tell a story… a story of a place with an abundance of thyme but no time. Share your story, let’s collect stories of thyme and stones and history… of missing. Who do you visit, who do you honor?